Poem of the week

Lucy Brennan


A wave flounces over a rock,
folds and settles itself in a rush of silk.

Soon a corm in earth's womb will burst
and crack its frozen crust.

On a blue day you feel
the movement towards light,

when a fish pokes above water, when a hawk,
lean from winter pickings, broods over holes,

when you look down on matted leaves
and a sprout pushes through,

when you look out and dive on a seal's curve,
surface on a swallow's breast.

I stand with you among brown reeds
on the edge of the lake and watch two swans,

ice statues until a wing breaks free.

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